Greet Them With Care

"Check downstairs," you command your new servant. She'll need a name later, but for now she moves at the order. You note with pleasure she's at least twice as fast as before.

Your servant had been a rogue type when you turned her. Among the lower leveled heroes and monsters, she's amongst the fastest now.

The hero in the doorway is a mage tyoe, and has no chance at keeping up. She swings at your succubus with her staff, but your servant ducks under it and disappears over the bannister.

You size up the mage, who throws a fire ball at you. The flame extinguishes harmlessly against your chest. She falters, for a second and then throws up her hand, a purple circle closing around her.

Snorting, you move in for the kill. Your nails extend from your claws to swipe at her. However, as soon as your claw crosses the purple barrier, you lose half of your strength.

You don't do nearly the damage you intend to do. In your surprise you don't dodge the back end of her staff and stagger backwards.

With a hiss, you slink in to attack again, but everytime you cross the barrier, you lose half of your strength.

Frustrated, you grab the bottom of her robes and pull it with you out of the circle. Your true strength is greater than the defensive properties, and with the minor damage you did before, you are able to cleave her robe halfway up. When it falls away you see somethin you hadn't noticed before.

Mage Baby's gotta booty. She's got a one piece on that reminds you of Raven from Teen Titans, but that booty is real.

"So, are you a mage because that booty big, or is that booty big 'cause you're a mage?"

She spins around in a flash blushing almost as red as the fireball she throws at you again. Again, it extinguishes harmlessly against you. You speed in. You can feel the barrier weakening now.

You reach around behind her and scrape your nails across her ass. She winces when the skin breaks, and then shudders. You smile as her pupils dilate.

This was too easy.

You reach out and snatch the clasp from her cloak. It falls to the floor. Her tits are nice. Maybe 32 inches. The nipples poke through like.. well like hard nipples.

You push her back into your wardrobe. Her staff comes up between you two quickly. Fortunately, you don't have to do much. Her strength is already waning to the lust.

You kick her legs apart and pull the strap between her legs to the side. Her eyes widen.

"Wait, wait.. are you fucking me right now? Are you trying to fuck me right now? We're fighting, asshole!"

You blink in surprise. Never got that response before.

"Uhmm.. yeah. I mean, I'm trying to. Sex is actually pretty life or **** for me. Kinda comes with the turf of being an Incubus."

"Really? Can you like, die from a dry spell?"

"Yeah.. it's actually pretty common."

"Huh..." She nods absentmindedly into the silence. "So like, I'm super fucking horny."

15 minutes later, you're sitting your sperm up into the young mage. Her arms are around you and she keeps shooting fireballs into you.

Finally you pull out of her, staring and panting. Before the lust can wear off completely, you kiss her.

Yass bitches. Ah yeah, that's actually a good harem name. Yass, Bitches.

Suddenly you're aware of the silence downstairs. You'd completely forgotten about the rogue you seduced earlier.

Somehow, though, you can feel inside that she isn't dead. You make your way through your door and stand at the top of the stairs, again.

Fuck these stairs, you think. I've gotta get out and work on this harem idea.

Then you notice it. There's a pool of goo all over your living room floor and in the middle of it is your new servant. She's surrounded by five guys. You realize the good is cum.

Fuck my life.

She stands up and kisses each one in turn. You hadn't even taught her that yet.

You feel the tension build and burst distantly, three times. You realize that your servant just leveled up. You realize she just got five servants if her own. Six guys and two girls is a horrible harem.

Fuck my liiiiife.